One of all Is here
The unwashed blanket
And cups.  
My black cat comes back

It only takes   one lovers ruptured heart
Can it be restored like a fragile piece of art.  
Or did the fire break their integrity apart.  
Can lovers make a brand new start.
Or will the news be piercing like a dart.
And is there enough sugar to **** it's ****.  
Can lovers make a brand new start.
Or will they fold like Collums  of metal carts.
Can lovers make a brand new start

The boot prints fade
And forgiveness is lost
The river floods his trail

Did he like beer
After a day
Under coconuts
Making shots
With his dreams
Of Africa
Or
How he made
Cigars
With whiskers
Growing
Like blades
In sawgrass
Rising in heat
The puffs
Erupted
It's alive
The rebels retreat!
Holly John F Kennedy
What a roast
Tell the Russians
Let the world
Speculate
Who the hell cares
Lifes a forgotten
Time.
We can't afford to smile.

I can't make myself in this place
Breathing the air between this rivers water
I side spin and flip defying the rocks
Finding where the gaps pool in to rest
I will not bite I will not eat until it's done.
I know where I was I was born and I'm jumping  hoping to be there before I die to be like my mom.

What is twenty eight from neighteen neinty
The clique I made  has moved to real estate
They conceal their tattoos with head shots
Waiting to split   the nest egg of their over easy equties
Buying every beach view with sand dollars.
It started in the mushroom headed suburbs
Under the grand piano ceilings
Where we placed our dreams
Up and through the water pipes
And dry chimney flukes
It rose with heat
Ready enouph to heckle the crows
Even with our worst winter's
We stayed and
Brought our souls through
Like Robin's hopping
In their tracks
Along the cherry wells.
Time is everywhere
Even now
Keep making changes
Even ten
Years will
Come again
More so
Ten more
Dreams
Ten more
Lauphs.

Well George we made it through that raid.
I hope the Germans arnt looking for more.
We'll have to hold the reception out in the court yard
What court yard Gene?  It's a giant foxhole.
I hope Mr Dalton had thought to grab his camera.
He bought a leica   it's worth his house
Gene.
I can't believe it!  A German camera taking our moment.
Oh God Gene they almost took our life
Mite as well smile George  
Not even in America my love!
Not until we reach New York.